I stop a walk while I see my reflection.
Here, I feel that I lost my direction.
Traffic passes me by,
drown your voice out and leave my words behind.

We're apart and winter will come around.
Please take me home. There's no one to wait for..

Tough tough tough, rough rough rough
It knocks, knocks, knocks me out, cold November rain.
It sounds like crying.
Tough tough tough, rough rough rough
It knocks, knocks, knocks me out, cold November rain.
It sounds like crying, crying, crying…

I know why I hate photograph.
'cause memories are always so tough.
The door closes my back,
and fades your eyes out into out of my reach.

The rain will stop soon, and evening sun will come.
But my heart still cloud. There's no one to wait for.

Tough tough tough, rough rough rough
It knocks, knocks. knocks me out, cold November rain.
It sounds like crying.
Tough tough tough, rough rough rough
It knocks, knocks, knocks me out, cold November rain.
It sounds like crying, crying, crying…